Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.